Rhoma Irama Gala Gala Lirik

La trahison commise par Henri Spectre laissa Claire Moreau profondément meurtrie. Henri, son mari, la trompa ouvertement avec son ancienne compagne, Élise Laurent, l’ignorant sans honte, même lorsqu’elle portait leur enfant dans son ventre. Plus cruel encore, la famille d’Henri choisit de soutenir Élise plutôt que Claire, l’abandonnant totalement au moment où elle avait le plus besoin d’eux. Le drame atteignit son paroxysme lorsque Claire perdit son bébé après qu’Élise l’eut poussée dans les escaliers glissants du jardin. Brisée mais lucide, Claire demanda le divorce sans hésitation, puis disparut de Paris sans laisser de trace. Plus tard, la haute société parisienne fut bouleversée par l’apparition soudaine d’une influenceuse mondialement connue. Cette femme n’était autre que Claire Moreau. Élégante, puissante et méconnaissable, elle fit son retour aux côtés de son compagnon, Mathieu Lemaire. Un soir, lors d’un dîner de gala prestigieux, le destin la mit de nouveau face à Henri. Il l’arrêta, l’entraîna jusqu’à sa voiture, puis s’agenouilla devant elle, la voix tremblante. « Claire… tu m’as tellement manqué… »

I was chosen to be the fiancée of Lorenzo, the Mafia’s heir. But at a family gala, Lorenzo was openly pursued by Chiara, the daughter of an arms dealer. Chiara wasn’t like the other rule-abiding debutantes.She tore through the streets in a modified sports car, used a military-grade combat knife to cut her cigars, and drank the harshest whiskey neat.There was an untamed wildness about her, a fire Lorenzo couldn’t look away from. He complained to the family elders, “How can a woman like that possibly be our Madre and run this entire family?” His words dripped with disdain for her recklessness, yet his eyes were glued to her, tracking her every move as she raised her glass. Then, on Lorenzo’s birthday, he announced his intention to make Chiara his mistress. Chiara refused.”The women of my family are wives, never mistresses.And my husband’s heart must belong only to me.” Lorenzo came to me, his voice hesitant.”Alessia, it’s just a title.I need you to give it to Chiara.Please? She doesn’t understand our family’s traditions, and she’s making a scene about marrying me.We just need to pacify her for now.Even if she marries me, you will still be the one to manage the family’s affairs.” As I stood trying on my wedding gown, a sharp crystal bead on the bodice pierced my finger.A single drop of blood bloomed against the pure white satin. The dress was ruined, but the wedding would go on. Since he chose someone else to be his wife, I will become his Madre.

The Blood of Two Worlds Anna Elara McKinnley is a living heresy. The product of a forbidden union between a high-ranking Warlock and a savage Wolf, she is a hybrid of volatile magic and primal instinct. After her mother fled the scandal and the packs branded her an abomination, Anna mastered the art of disappearance. For years, she has survived in the human shadows by suppressing her scent and shackling her power. But her carefully constructed anonymity shatters when her best friend, Sophie, is lured to the Solstice Gala. To the human world, it’s the social event of the season; to the Blackwood Pack, it is a cold-blooded hunting ground where Alphas claim human mates to anchor their bloodlines. When Sophie is "marked" by the pack’s ruthless heir, she is locked away in a gilded cage, unaware that her life of freedom is over. To pull Sophie from the jaws of the wolves, Anna must return to the world that hunted her as a child. Infiltrating the Blackwood estate under a false identity, Anna finds herself navigating a minefield of aristocratic politics and predatory dominance. The air is thick with the scent of her enemies, and keeping the "beast" and the "witch" quiet becomes a losing battle. Her greatest threat arrives in the form of the one man capable of smelling the rot in her lies—a man whose lineage mirrors the dark history she’s tried to outrun. As the gala descends into a game of power and blood, Anna realizes that a quiet rescue is impossible. To save the only person who loves her, she must stop hiding and become the very thing the wolves fear most: a hybrid with the power to burn their empire to the ground.

If you and his first love were in a car accident at the same time, who would your husband save? When Hunter Ford lifted his first love into his arms and walked away, Stella Spencer felt her life slipping away. Along with her unborn child, her heart died in that moment too. It began as a transaction, a deal that finally allowed Stella to marry the man she loved. But in the eyes of the world, she was the villain who tore Hunter away from his first love. Stella believed time would change everything. She believed devotion could soften a man’s heart. That if she waited long enough, he would eventually turn around and see her. She was wrong. It was not until she buried the child she had carried for three months that she finally woke up. “Let’s get a divorce.” One signed agreement ended everything between them. Three months later, beneath the glittering lights of an elite gala, Stella stood on stage to accept an award. In the crowd, Hunter froze. After a brief pause, he smiled calmly and said to those around him, “Yes. That’s my wife.” “Your wife?” Stella smiled and pressed the divorce papers into his hand. “Sorry, Mr. Ford. I’m your ex-wife.” The man who had always been cold and composed finally lost control. His eyes reddened. His voice shook. “What do you mean by ex-wife? I never agreed to that.”

I stared at the Vercetti marriage contract my father pushed across the table. Without hesitation, I wrote my half-sister’s name, Demi, and slid it back. My father froze. Then his eyes lit up with ridiculous excitement, like he’d just won the lottery. "How can you give such a perfect chance to your sister?" Last life, my marriage was a joke for everyone around me. I was the red-haired, untamed little witch who dared to climb into the orbit of Cassian Vercetti, heir and leader of the old-blood Vercetti crime family. I was never perfect nor obedient. He loved goddess gowns. I wore mini skirts and danced on tables. He demanded missionary, traditional, orderly intimacy. I wanted to climb on top, ride him, lose myself completely. At a gala, society wives laughing at my hair, my dress, my “wildness.” I thought he would at least pretend to defend me. He didn’t. “Forgive her. She’s not…properly trained.” Trained. Like a dog. I spent my entire last life suffocating under his rules, bending myself bloody to fit the shape he wanted, until the night our house caught fire. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the moment I learned of the arranged marriage. I looked at the contract in front of me. This time? I think the nightclub boys suits me better. But the moment Cassian realized the bride wasn’t me, he shattered every rule he’d ever lived by.

Natalie Evans was the perfect wife—loyal, elegant, and devoted to her husband, Adrian Sinclair, the cold and untouchable CEO of Sinclair Enterprises. Everyone believed she was out of her league, merely a trophy wife, tolerated but never truly loved. When he paraded another woman into their home once more, she had enough. Without a scene, without a tear, she signed the divorce papers. The world assumed she was just playing hard to get, that she would come crawling back in days. Adrian believed it too. But when Natalie vanished from the social circles of the elite, only to return months later as a force to be reckoned with—brilliant, ruthless, and untouchable—she shattered every expectation. With an empire of her own, the once-mocked woman became a sensation. Those who belittled her scrambled for her favor, and her enemies found themselves falling one by one. When news spread that she was considering a new father for her daughter—something she had kept secret from the world—a storm of influential men stepped up. A genius scientist, a financial tycoon, and even a world-renowned actor vied for her attention. But Adrian wasn’t ready to let go. Cornering her at a gala, his voice was dark with suspicion. “Your child is mine, isn't it?” Natalie’s cold smile sent chills through him. “That’s none of your business. Ex-husband, step aside.” Now, Adrian would do whatever it took to reclaim what he lost, even if it meant bringing the world to its knees.

Zeni seorang mahasiswa tingkat akhir di universitas ternama, bergulat dengan berbagai aktivitas organisasi yang menonjolkan sisi kemandirian, berani bersikap tegas terhadap keadaan yang terbatas. Terputusnya akses biaya hidup menyebabkan Zeni harus memutar otak untuk tetap melanjutkan kuliahnya di tengah keterpurukan kondisi jiwa yang memaksa terjun kedalam konflik kepentingan dengan status anak angkat. Benturan kehidupan realistis dengan lingkungan dinamika kampus yang idealis menjadikan Zeni tumbuh menjadi sosok seorang gadis tangguh. Menghadapi intimidasi saat menjalani tugas pengabdian masyarakat dengan irama bumbu konflik perseteruan dan nuansa cinta bertepuk sebelah tangan yang menumbuhkan persahabatan. Terperangkap saat mengikuti aksi demontrasi mahasiswa menyebabkan terbengkalainya tugas akhir kuliah yang membawa Zeni bertemu dengan seorang mafia yang berkedok sebagai seorang dokter. Akankah Zeni akan terlepas atau bahkan terjerat dengan belenggu cinta dari sang mafia.

(Tersedia di aplikasi Ceriaca) Seorang perempuan yang jauh dari kasih sayang orang tua secara lengkap bertemu dengan lelaki yang awalnya dia kira akan mewarnai lembaran kelabu ternyata semakin memberi warna kelabu. Memiliki paras lugu dan polos dengan mata teduh setiap memandang yang mampu membuat orang terpesona dalam sesaat. Waktu silih berganti tanpa henti. Kejadian demi kejadian baik manis maupun pahit telah biasa hadir dalam hidup. Tak selamanya bisa bebas bagaikan burung yang terbang di angkasa terkadang harus ada batas untuk sisi hitam dan putih. "Selamat nona hamil 3 bulan saya harap anda tidak seperti wanita belia lainnya yang memilih jalur lain tanpa pikir panjang akan segala resiko." ucap Sang dokter seraya menuliskan resep. Satu tamparan dari wanita usia senja melayang mulus di pipi wanita belia yang kini sedang berbadan dua dari , "Dasar wanita murahan jadi karena haus kasih sayang kamu jadi kupu - kupu malam?! " " Saya tidak ingat apapun saya hanya ingat mimpi itu saya mohon percayalah." elak sang wanita belia menutupi kenyataan. "Nona dimana calon ayahnya? Apakah sudah bertunangan atau pacaran?" ucap sang suster seraya membantu wanita berbadan dua turun setelah USG. "Gue hamil darah daging loe Ka." ucap sang gadis memberikan lembar 2d hasil batas yang mereka hancurkan. Sang laki tak percaya bahwa batas itu benar dia hancurkan walaupun berawal dari uji coba, "Nggak mungkin itu bukan anak gue. Loe pasti jebak gue, jijik sama loe parah." Sang wanita menatap bayi mungil seraya mengelus jemari mungil dihadapannya, "Mata kamu selalu mengingatkan sama dia. Saya ragu untuk menutupi dan melindungimu atau mengungkap dengan segala kemungkinan resiko yang lebih parah." Usai sudah 9 bulan dengan penuh irama dalam dada yang tak menentu. Irama yang setiap langkah sebagai temannya. Hal lebih mengejutkan masih menunggu untuk tahap berikutnya.

I was the fiancee of Lucian Veris, the celebrated Swan Prince, who had offered up the principal role in exchange for my hand. On stage, he was proud and untouchable, yet he surrendered completely to the choreography I created for "Eternal Crown." When I came back after three years in Valmont, I discovered that the understudy who mirrored me had already claimed our private rehearsal hall. At the company's welcome gala, Lucian abandoned a room full of sponsors just to chase after the crying understudy. From behind the velvet curtain, I overheard words he had never spoken to me. "Elara, I chose you only because you reminded me of her. I was looking for a replacement. But you were different. Your choreography captivated me—more than she ever could. Just make sure she never finds out until the closing night of 'Eternal Crown.'" Then came the muffled sounds of their entanglement, followed by his whispered vow. "I'll give you the principal's place." Right there, in that same room, he had once held my hand and sworn that I, Astraea Lynelle, would be his only soulmate in this lifetime. I turned and walked away, the sharp echo of my pointe shoes striking with finality. Back in the dressing room, I dialed his greatest rival, Caelan Thorne. "Mr. Thorne," I said evenly, "I accept your offer to join your company. And one more thing—prepare a gift for me. I intend to turn Lucian's grand finale into the most spectacular downfall the art world has ever seen."

It only took a moment to burn everything down. For five years, Isla Merrick played the part—soft-spoken wife, graceful hostess, quiet shadow to Callum Braxton’s powerful presence. She became what the world expected: dutiful, polished, harmless. Then came his cold declaration: “Let’s get divorced.” No emotion. No explanation. Just a clean cut—like a business deal. But Callum never knew she had been waiting for that moment. Planning for it. Beneath the composed surface, Isla had been sharpening the edges he once dulled. Because Isla Merrick had a past—and it wasn’t the scandal the tabloids spun. It was deeper. Sharper. Before she was Mrs. Braxton, she trained at Summerdell—an elite, off-the-record martial arts academy. Whispers of crime and prison blurred the truth, but Isla stayed silent. She had bigger plans. Three years later, she returns—not to reconcile, but to reintroduce herself. Isla Merrick now runs a luxury fashion empire, famous for turning scandal into power. And when she steps into the country’s most elite gala, draped in elegance and authority, Callum barely recognizes her. But she recognizes him. Before he can speak, a figure joins her—Dorian Kane. Ruthless investor. Public obsession. His hand rests on Isla’s waist like it belongs there. “Just so we’re clear, Braxton,” Dorian says coolly. “She’s not yours. Not anymore.” For Callum, it’s the beginning of a reckoning. For Isla, it’s the first breath of freedom. She isn’t the woman who once begged to be loved. She’s the woman who knows she never needed to be. And this time, she’s not just rewriting the story—she’s owning the ending.